Well, the disease has spread well beyond the ghettos by now, so I didn’t want to limit my comparison.
When I go stop by the grocery store on my lunch break, it’s not African-Americans clogging up the aisles in the middle of the day paying for junk food with their EBT cards while trailing a brood of illegitimate kids behind them, no sir.
Good answer. Same here.
Where I am, it is.